"Amitabha!"
In the forest where the grass and trees were yellow.
The old monk put his palms together, and his body emitted a vast Buddhist light. His skin was as if it was made of gold and iron, shining brightly. The sound of Zen singing came from the void.
Many of the Jianghu guests were intoxicated by the story, and their good impression of Buddhism increased greatly. They even had a faint Buddhist will.
The Shaolin monks present sat cross-legged with prayer beads in their hands. They looked as if they had seen a living Buddha and chanted the Diamond Sutra with devout expressions.
A majestic Psyche Power was added to the old monk's body, causing the Buddhist light around him to become even more magnificent. His golden body suddenly grew one foot taller.
The chanting in the air became louder and more enchanting.
The mountain forest and the void were dyed a brilliant golden color. The chirping of insects and birds had disappeared without a trace.
He seemed to be listening attentively to the Zen music, immersed in the Buddhist Dharma.
"Great Vajra Realm!"
Ma Yu's pupils constricted, and his expression was solemn.
He knew that the old monk in front of him was powerful, far beyond an ordinary martial grandmaster.
However, he did not expect that the latter had actually stepped into the Great Vajra Realm.
Before he left the mountain this time, he heard his Martial Uncle mention it when he went to the Sutra Depository to bid farewell.
The Great Vajra Realm, the Great Finger Profound Realm, and the Great Celestial Phenomenon Realm were all realms unique to the three religions.
Only those who had the inheritances of the three religions could reach that level.
Ordinary martial artists could only break through step by step.
As for the people of the three religions, as long as they entered the " Big " realm, it was equivalent to entering the second realm of the martial grandmaster.
The Buddhist Great Vajra Realm had a tough body that was impenetrable by swords and spears. Its defense was shocking.
He was only a step away from the Invincible Vajra Realm and Perfected Seamless Realm.
Or, he could find the only weakness and break it with a clever move. Or, he could display his powerful combat strength and break through it with brute force.
Ma Yu knew his limits when facing a Great Vajra Realm monk.
No matter which one it was, he wouldn't be able to get through it with just his strength.
Fortunately, he had never thought of relying on himself in this battle.
Thinking of the protective sword intent that his uncle master had given him before he left the mountain, Ma Yu's heart moved, and the long sword behind him buzzed and vibrated.
Then, he suddenly unsheathed his sword.
With the long sword in hand, he tapped the ground with his toes and soared into the sky like a nimble swallow.
He swung his sword and slashed.
The sound of a sword clashing rang out.
The Jianghu guest who was immersed in the Buddha's light was immediately awakened. He was frightened by the sharp sword intent and looked at the old monk with fear and lingering fear.
Then, a dazzling sword light appeared.
It was as if the morning sun had torn open the night sky. Wherever the sword light passed, a hole was torn open in the golden Buddhist light that filled the sky.
The crack was stretching and enlarging endlessly.
The atmosphere in the forest suddenly became sorrowful.
Those who saw this sword light all fell into the sad past that they were most unwilling to recall.
Many burly men even shed tears on the spot.
A man does not shed tears easily, but it has not reached the point of sadness.
Even the devout Shaolin monks were affected. They stopped chanting and looked sad.
Even grandmasters like Hong Qi and Xiao Feng were affected.
Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, who already felt guilty, were no exception.
Even the old monk, whose heart was as solid as a rock, was momentarily dazed.
It was at this moment that the sword light descended.
The Buddhist light was as fragile as paper and was easily broken.
The sword light collided with the golden body, producing a metallic sound.
A powerful wave of air surged and cut down the trees in all directions. The mountain rocks were crushed into powder.
In just three breaths, the golden body was broken.
………
When the dust settled, the sword light disappeared.
When the group of awakened martial artists saw the scene in front of them, they gasped.
He saw that the trees around him were in a mess.
A huge pit appeared where the sweeping monk was sitting. The surrounding three feet were barren.
Among the two people who were fighting, Ma Yu was unharmed. He stood there with his sword in hand, calm and composed.
However, the old monk fell into the deep pit. When he was pulled out by his disciples and grand-disciples, his gray robe was tattered and covered in wounds. A faint red golden blood flowed out.
He looked extremely miserable.
"Master, you lost."
Looking at the first disciple of Quan Zhen Sect, the sweeping monk who was a little slow pressed his palms together and forced himself to ask.
"Amitabha."
"This doesn't seem to be Daoist Zhongxuan's Big River Sword?”
"That's right!"
"That's indeed not the case."
Ma Yu said bluntly.
"Before I left the mountain, my Martial Uncle gave me a protective sword intent, but it wasn't the Big River Sword that he was best at.”
"In his words, there are very few people in the world who can resist the Big River Sword.”
"Why use a sledgehammer to kill a chicken?"
"This inexplicable sword intent was left behind by Wuming in the past. It was comprehended by Martial Uncle and can be used freely.”
"It's enough to deal with the scum of the pugilistic world."
"I hope that Master will admit defeat and not interfere in the affairs of the two scholars.”
As soon as he finished speaking.
The sweeping monk was furious.
He did not expect that he would actually become a piece of trash.
He was not even qualified to face the Big River Sword.
Then, he thought about how Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were about to break free from his control, and their 30 years of hard work would go down the drain.
Under the new and old hatred, the suppressed Ni Xue could no longer hold it in and spat out crazily.
His face instantly turned as pale as paper, and his body was on the verge of collapsing. He was only able to avoid falling to the ground by being supported by the monk.
However, Ma Yu did not even look at the sweeping monk. His gaze fell on Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo.
"What do you think, scholars?”
Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo looked at each other and smiled.
He first put his palms together and bowed to the sweeping monk to thank him for saving his life. Then, he said,
"No matter how much water you bring, it's hard to wash away the shame on your face today.”
"Master, we appreciate your kindness."
"However, Immortal Dan Yang's words make sense.”
"Our hands have been stained with the blood of many innocent people. We have once done anything for the obsession in our hearts.”
"Perhaps joining Shaolin Temple will save our lives.”
"It's hard to lie to yourself, but it's hard to redeem yourself.”
"If we can get rid of our negative karma by just eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha, chopping wood and carrying water, we will never be able to rest in peace.”
"It's better to be an ascetic monk and travel all over the Nine Provinces. I'll ask the Buddha for 30 years, kowtow for 30 years, and atone for my sins for 30 years.”
"Use the merits of the rest of your life to offset the sins of your previous life.”
"Even if you fall on the road, at least your heart will be at ease.”
Hearing this.
The sweeping monk closed his eyes and felt as if his heart was being stabbed.
With the help of the monk, they left helplessly.
This matter is over.
Ma Yu turned around and smiled at Hong Qi, who was raising his cup, before preparing to leave.
There was no incident of being intercepted by the Shaolin monks.
A thousand-year-old temple was not that bad a loser.
No matter what he thought in private, at least on the surface, he was very magnanimous.
…………
Just as Ma Yu led the Quan Zhen Sect disciples on their way back.
Mount Zhongnan.
Inside the pill room.
Li Zhongxuan stroked his beard and revealed an expectant smile.
Although he had yet to succeed, looking at the situation in this furnace, there should be some hope of success.
At the same time.
As the heroes assembly on Shaoshi Mountain ended, the Jianghu guests scattered.
The news began to spread like wildfire in the game.
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